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Fierce the whirling blast may blow,
Come, ye Vot'ries of the Lyre,
mark of satisfaction and applause. It appeared in the Scots Magazine the next month ; but by some unaccountable neglect it was omitted in the edition of his works, published after his lamented death-We certainly think it no way inferior to his other productions on the same subject, and flatter ourselves that the majority of our readers will be of the same opinion. Indeed it affords a striking proof of the rich stores of his mind, when he could thus continue a subject he had so completely exhausted on former oc. casions. We are inforned by a particular friend of his, that on being strongly solicited to write an Ode for the occasion, it was with considerable reluctance he complied with their request, affirming, that it was tasking himself something like the Poet Laureat to write an annual Birth Day Ode, and that he had nothing whatever to say on the subject; he was prevailed on, however, to make the attempt, and the present ode we are persuaded will not sully his fame, or tarnish one leaf of the IVY CHAPLET that adorns his honoured brow!
Since we have introduced our Bard to the notice of our readers, we beg leave to state that it was not our original intention to publish any of Tan. nahill's compositions, which are inserted in the Glasgow Encyclopedia
Sing her thousand siller streams,
Dear Scotia, tho' thy clime be cauld, Thy sons were ever brave and bauld, Thy dochters modest, kind, and leal, The fairest in creation's fiel'; Alike inur'd to every toil, Thou’rt foremost in the battle broil, Prepar'd alike in peace and weir, To guide the plough or wield the spear ; As the mountain torrent raves, Dashing thro' its rugged caves, So the Scottish Legions pour, Dreadful in th' avenging hour : But when Peace, with kind accord, Bids them sheath the sated sword,
of Songs; but as the present publication will be embellished with his portrait, it would le ridiculous not to insert a few of his pieces. We, therefore, intend to publish what we consider the happiest of his lyrical effusions, accompanied with short notices regarding them, exto acted from original documents in the possession of some of his most intimate acquaintances, which, we are happy to state, through their kindness we shall be enabled to furnish; this will afford his admirers some idea of the manner and style of his Epistolary Writings, and which, we trust, will not be alto. gether unacceptable.
See them in their native vales,
Dear Scotia, tho' thy nights be drear,
Wha sang sae sweet and dee't sae soon,
Thy“ Banks and braes o’ bonnie doon”;
Alas! our best, our dearest Bard, How poor, how great was his reward! Unaided he has fixt his name, Immortal in the rolls of fame ;
Yet who can hear without a tear,
What sorrows wrung his manly breast, To see his little helpless, filial band, Imploring succour from a father's hand
And there no succour near ? Himself the while with sick’ning woes oppresta
Fast hast’ning on to where the weary rest : For this let Scotia's bitter tears atone, She reck'd not half his worth till he was gone.
Poor soul, to see her hang her head
All day beneath the cypress tree;
Poor negro woman, Ulalee!
My love be kill'd! how sweet he smild!
His smile again me never see: